My friend Annie has requested lazy bloggers to update their blogs so she has some entertainment while feeding her adorable newborn. Well, I did happen to have a rather amusing thing happen to me yesterday. I just want to start out by saying, I have the best intentions when it comes to baking bread, and without fail, my three or four attempts have failed miserably. I would just love to be one of those people who whips up a batch of rolls in the morning and has them hot out of the oven just in time for dinner. But so far, the only thing that comes close to this in my house is Pilsbury Grands, which I have even been known to ruin. Well, yesterday, I decided to make the attempt again, I decided to make French bread. I whipped up a batch, and things were looking good, the dough wasn't too sticky and it smelled like bread, always a good thing. So I put it into the bowl to rise. I took the girls out for a quick trip to Joann's, came back, checked on the bread, and...it looked exactly the same. No rise, not even a little bit. I called my mom, she told me to put the oven on at 150 and stick it in there. I did, checked about a half hour later, and...flat as a pancake. So I call my mom back, she says it's either one of two things. The yeast is no good, which I decided was not the case, since it seemed to be working just fine when I started the bread. Or, too hot of water killed the yeast. Bingo! The recipe called for hot water, well, not knowing how hot, I put near boiling water in. Yep, killed it.
Okay, so here's my dilemma, it's 5:30 and that was my dinner. I was going to make a stromboli thingy out of the bread. Well, I whipped up some mac n' cheese for the girls. Then, I came across something I bought on a whim awhile ago...hamburger helper. Never tried it in my life. I thought, hey! Why not? Got the hamburger helper going for James and I. It looked a lot like this:
And tasted a lot like it too. Not going to be buying that anytime soon. My R.S. president came by and said, "Mmm, something smells good!" I told her I would not tell her what it actually was that smelled good, she could just think I had cooked something extremely yummy. Anyway, that was my bread failure #4. But I am not giving up! I'll let you know how attempt #5 goes.